That itchy spot in your brain

In the course of one night my rats managed to completely bore through the plastic bottom part of their cage in a perfect circle-shaped hole, cruise on out through said hole, hunt down the tiny stuffed lion I had on my dresser, completely rip it open limb to limb, remove all the stuffing from the inside, and carry it back to their nest (I gotta hand it to them- that stuffing fluff would be comfy to curl up in).
They're keeping dynamite in there, I swear. Little rat-sized dynamite.
The pranksters themselves:

I had a dream that actually made sense, so much fucking sense.
Nevermind it.

Here's a list of things that I could be in parallel universes. Some you will see make no sense, others are nothing like me, and some seem to be all too much like me.

1) a professional motocross rider competing in the x-games
2) a photographer backpacking around kenya doing bush journalism
3) an entreupenur with my own wacky vinyl toys with affectionate names like 'fetus julip'
4) an australian
5) a hippie living in northern california growing my own food and attending seminars in the local park weekly
6) the frontwoman of a hardcore band
7) an entrepreneur living in a big city working for or producing my own girly magazine (I'd go crazy)
8) a zoo veterinarian working all the time an in-dept from vet school but humbly amused at myself
9) a modern day beatnik reading my non-poetic poems at coffee shops and smoking too many ciggarettes and living paycheck to paycheck in my beatup apartment above some family owned ethnic restaraunt
10) a studious biologist working on nerdy things in labs like change in ocean pH over time
11) a pin-up girl
12) a travel agent that does more of the former than the latter
13) a drunken housewife (I eliminate this possibility due to impossibility)
14) a cartoonist for an off the wall cartoon vying to be on adult-swim but more likely to be an underground hit for a short time
15) a tattoo-artist refusing to continue the absurdity of beaten-dead body-art motifs (but doing so anyway probably)
16) a rigid and well-respected dog trainer living in colorado
17) a botanist/herbalist working in the rainforest discovering new plants and letting my hair grow too long
18) a grad student slaving away for some degree that I won't use anyway
19) a helicopter pilot in high demand from all of those who demand helicopter piolots.
20) just like my mother (this parallel universe is doomed)

Welcome to the bone orchard.

Today at the book store I picked up one of those free paper bookmarks, and on the other side someone had handwritten:
"Feel the fear, and do it anyway"

Alright.

Oh how I've waited for your silence

>I had the most vivid dream of fighting people and everyone had gnarly katanas and I explicitly remember feeling mine slicing my hands when I was fumbling with it trying to put it away in the sheath. It was the weirdest thing because I swear I could feel it in my dream so realisticly, those pieces of me being cut away- that bizaare feeling of parts of you missing from yourself<

For some reason at the time I am the most tired and most need to be sleeping I become awake and so very awake that I know if I go to sleep I'll miss something. My mind is reeling and everything's so much faster and I'm actually awake and its such a distinct feeling I wish I could recreate at more convenient times. I always feel like writing shit down when I should be sleeping.


"Hey Mother, Hey hey Mother, why do you cry? Tell me what the birds have said about my father.

Hey Father, Hey hey Father, what do you know? Lovers on the carousel won't ride forever."

if you're keeping up with the trend...

such a lovely day and its something more than ordinary
such a lovely day and its nothing more than ordinary


I need to wake up.
Comin out of the anesthesia is never fun, but it must be done.
and I'll fight and I'll fight if I have to
I'll fight to be here.


I swear to pandas and sloths and all else that is holy
that I was not meant to be born on this planet
but I love it anyway and something in me wants to save it.

In the past few days, I have:

- been tear gassed by some idiot along with about 500 other people at the leftover crack cracktoberfest show (props to citizen fish for playing through that shit)
-punched some people (all in good fun)
- witnessed about five 13 year old kids get taken on by one crazy/angry bum and everyone was jumping around all over the place, wielding skateboards as weapons and yelling at burger king to call the cops
- seen some raccoons dig in the trash (they are pretty cute)
- driven about 18 hours up and down the coast to Monterey and back
- become even more addicted to hot sauce
- had a dream about a shootout
- decided that people named daryl are usually annoying
- played in the rain. hehe.


also I keep hearing songs and dissecting them into 2 sentence punchlines that I feel like writing places for no reason.

How can we win
when fools can be kings?

I have a horrible urge to get shitfaced and climb billboards on the 101.

I'm such an angsty little fucker.

lisa -- [noun]: A beat poet working the streets 'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com

ahhhh.

happy late halloween and happy november.